…is where your heart is.

Two weeks of living like a bachelorette, when you are actually married gets old. Sure, eating roasted vegetables and lime popcorn for dinner is nice. I quite enjoy making only one side of the bed. I haven’t had to turn on the dishwasher once.

But I may need a steak. Or a nice burger. I miss the man on the other side of the mattress. And I would do dishes every day–by hand– if it means my husband is home with me.

Because he is where my heart is.

My husband is out of town for work this week. To keep myself busy while he’s gone, I try to schedule as many things as possible with everyone I know. He has been gone quite a bit, so I’m pretty sure all my friends, family members and even my dog are sick of me by now.  When that happens,  I have to find other stuff to do. So I clean. I know, it’s a miracle.

I also update my blog with stuff that I should have posted a long time ago. That’s a miracle too.

Earlier this spring, I received a generous package from the folks at Swanson Health Products. The box was loaded with all kinds of goodies, most of which I still have yet to try, but included Tom’s of Maine toothpaste, Soyjoy bars, Green Tea Supplement, Smart Pill, Cocoa Butter Lotion, and Mrs. Meyer’s Surface Scrub.

Why haven’t I tried the Green Tea pills yet?? I forgot those were in there!  Maybe with those, I could cut back to three cups a day.  Evidently, I also need some of the Smart Pills, too.

Anyway, what I have tried, since I’ve been a cleaning machine, is the Mrs. Meyer’s Surface Scrub.

This product is a definite LMLer!

We have charming, but easily marred, porcelain sinks in our kitchen, which are terrible to keep looking nice and clean. The slightest brush with a frying pan or scrape of a cookie sheet leaves a long black scratch against the surface, and the delicate color shows even the slightest speck of debris.

My aunt taught me to use a heavy powdered cleanser on the surface to buff out the scratches and remove the discolorations. This worked really well, except the strong chemicals left my hands gray and cracked, and the acrid smell of the cleanser would burn itself into my throat  every time I did the dishes for a week after.

I loved that Mrs. Meyer’s products are as natural and gentle as possible. This particular scrub is 98% naturally derived, eco-friendly and biodegradable.  The lavender scent was a much sweeter alternative, and I felt better knowing that I wasn’t inhaling chemical fumes.

And guess what?

It works! Since Mrs. Meyer’s Surface Scrub is a softer formula, it did take a little extra elbow grease to remove the imperfections, but no one ever said we were afraid of grease around here.

Are you interested in getting some free Swanson Health Products goodies to review on your own blog? Then check out the Swanson Health Blog for all the details.

Thanks again to Swanson for allowing me to review some of their products!

Hopefully my husband’s not reading this post during his travels–he may be shocked to learn that I actually do housework while he’s away. Sorry honey, I didn’t say the house would stay clean!

You may have noticed that this is not one one of those blogs that gets updated all the damn time every day. Sorry about that. I’m busy LMLing, and sometimes I don’t have time to post about everything that makes me happy, even though I can assure you I’m appreciating it as it happens.

Or sometimes I get kind of overwhelmed by all the things I’d like to say, and so I don’t end up saying anything at all. But that’s not a very good way to keep a blog, is it?

Well, even though the blog doesn’t get updated every day, I can tell you one does happen almost daily.

Peanut butter. Or almond butter. I’m pro-butter, equal-opportunity nutter, over here.

I can’t tell you how excited I was to spot this mixed nut butter on the shelves of Target a few months ago. I resisted the impulse to buy as long as I could.  $5, people. That’s a lot to pay for an itty-bitty jar. But we all know I’d pay more.

I finally bought it last week. The verdict…

Ugh! It was horrible! I don’t know if it was me, or the butter. But it tasted like chemicals and soap to me. I’m pretty sure it was the butter. It’s a good thing I’m not poisoned, because that’s what it tasted like. I made everyone else I love try it, too. Just to make sure. I’m so thoughtful.

Me: “Oh my gosh, this tastes like acid and I think I might die. Here, try it!”

Sad. Disappointed. Crestfallen.

Until I remembered that I didn’t need to waste $5 on mixed nut nasty butter from Target. I could make my own!

And I did.

1 c. toasted almonds*
1 c. lightly slated, roasted peanuts
1/2 c. pre-ground pecan butter (probably equal to 1 c. whole toasted pecans)

This, I would pay $5 for.  But now I don’t have to.

My newspaper came held together by a rubber band today. Normally it comes in a thin, yellow plastic bag. Unless it’s an orange bag, which means I’ve gotten the wrong paper. Oh well. Different comics and a worse crossword puzzle is all.

Anyway, i slipped the little band off my newspaper and turned to throw it in the trash.

“Wait!” I thought to myself.  “I might be able to use this later!”

And that, folks, is the moment I knew that I am, in fact, about to receive my AARP card in the mail.  (No offense Mom. 60 is the new 40.) Perhaps getting a daily newspaper should have tipped me off to that first.

I am my mother. And my grandmother. But that’s ok.  I will be lucky if I can be half the amazing women they are as I grow older–hoarded rubber bands, bad hips, stolen sugar packets and all. I love them.  And you know what? They were prepared. Does anyone need a safety pin?

Happy Mother’s Day Mom. xoxo

Thank goodness! 

At the stroke of 12:00 p.m., I am out the door. Cruising to Target, dashing off for tomatoes, strolling through the park or people watching downtown.  Maybe I’ll take a trek to the Asian foods store for some purple potatoes and Hi-Chew, or fill the perfect fizzy Coke Zero at my neighborhood 7-11.  The possibilities go on forever. But alas,  a single hour of freedom does not.

I don’t have a picture to document this, but I really wish I did!

A shared smile on the street with a stranger. Seems so rare these days. Everyone is involved in their own little world, or too afraid to make human contact with other passersby.

I smiled. She smiled back.

Here is my smile for you. Pass it on!

New eyeliner:

You’d think it was water the way I go through it. Or toilet paper, the way I go through water. But, every few weeks I find myself in a mad dash to the store on my lunch break to pick up some new eyeliner.

I am usually a little more on the ball when it comes to my toiletry purchases. Face wash, shampoo, toothpaste… those things get low a long time before they run out. I tend to overestimate my shampoo usage. But I always experience something close to utter shock when I discover that my eyeliner pencil is on its last, self-sharpening click–AGAIN!

Why so much eyeliner? I don’t know. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that I wasn’t allowed to wear it for the first 18 years of my life. Or the fact that I still don’t know how to apply it now. Or the reality that I look like I’m about 12 years old without it. The only place I really venture out without eyeliner is the gym at 5 in the a.m. They don’t care what I look like there, they just wonder why a preteen is awake at such an obscene hour instead of snuggled into cartoon character sheets and dreaming of Justin Beiber.

It’s not that I can’t go out in public without makeup on. I’ve done it before. But it does make things a little awkward for my husband…and for myself when I get carded for cold medicine.

I’m vain, I know. I also know I love eyeliner. And hairspray. But we’ll  leave that for another day.